MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers-Chapter 114 Human relations

  Wen Xu gave his hand, trying to help Mr. Chi up.

   "I don't need your help, son, grandpa is fine!" Mr. Chi Jiaqiang glared at Wen Xu and said, "I have nothing to do, so why scare the children!"

   After speaking, the old man wanted to prove that he could get up, so he pushed his hands behind his back, and slowly stood up from the rock he was sitting on, and took two steps back and forth: "Look, I'm fine!"

Wen Xu didn't let the two boys go, stretched out his finger and said: "Go, fix all the traps for catching squirrels near my house, and then go and notify Da Leizi's family, or I will do anything less." You look good!"

  Wen Xu saw a sign from the old man's smile. The old man may have twisted his ankle. Of course, there is no problem walking now, maybe there is a little injury.

  Watching the two boys start to look for traps around their yard in desperation, Wen Xu reached out to help the old man, seeing that old man Chi was about to slap his hand away, so he said, "Say it if it hurts you!"

   "It does hurt a bit, but it's okay." Mr. Chi smiled.

   "Then I'll take you back?" Wen Xu said.

"You go about your business, didn't you just fall down, I'm not in my late teens and can't move anymore, that's all, don't bother you!" Old Master Chi smiled at Wen Wen, turned and walked in the direction of the village office past.

  Wen Xu watched the figure of Mr. Chi disappear behind the gable of Guangsong's house, and heard Yuanbo's voice next to him.

   "Uncle, Grandpa Chi is really alright!"

   "It should be fine, but the small hole you dug in the front and back of the house is purely for fun!" Wen Xu glared at Yuan Bo.

"Um…"

Wen Xu said: "Stop it, fill in all the small holes around me, and then tell the other boys to go to Grandpa Chi's house to apologize. If you let me know that someone didn't go at night, I will come to the door and grab his ear." .

  These monkeys would be fine if they didn’t clean up, they were thinking of making traps around their own house, after finishing speaking, Wen Xu threw down the grim-faced Yuan Bo, turned around and went back to his pot house to start preparing dinner.

  Yuanbo knew that his beating tonight was inevitable.

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   "Shixu, Shixu!"

  Wen Xu's meal was just ready, when he heard someone calling his name outside the yard, he stood at the door of the pot house and saw that it was the village accountant, his fourth brother Wen Shijie.

   "Fourth brother! What's the matter?" Wen Xu wiped the water from his hands on the apron in front of him and asked, "Have you eaten it? If not, have a bowl at my house?"

  Wen Shijie waved his hands and said, "I'll go home to eat, and your sister-in-law is already making it. I'm here to tell you something. Will you be accountable for the marriage of your ninth brother's youngest son?"

   "Who?" Wen Xu said.

  Wen Shijie explained: "Your Ninth Brother, Wen Shitai, the Ninth Brother who lives in the county is the one who is nicknamed the fool, he looks a little silly...".

Hearing what the fourth brother said, Wen Xu immediately remembered, opened his mouth and said: "This is the ninth brother who said that sweeping roads in the county town is better than those who stay in the village for eight lifetimes, right? The ninth brother of the third ancestor's line? "

"Yes, it's him. His son is getting married next Wednesday night. He said that he won't give out invitations to everyone. He called to inform everyone. On Wednesday night, at the Guangjuyuan Hotel in the county, you can see the sign at the lobby on the first floor. Wen Shijie nodded with a smile.

   "Did he come when my grandpa died?"

Wen Xu didn't have this person in his memory, and he didn't want to know about these relatives who he didn't have a deep impression on. He just asked if this person was accounted for or attended when his grandfather passed away. It's time to accept this relationship, if not, I'm sorry, the man is not interested in doing such a mess.

  Wen Shijie was taken aback when he heard this: "I really don't know that!"

   After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Xu and said, "If you don't go, I'm afraid you won't look good in face, you don't see people who look up, and it's easy to attract other people's gossip."

  Wen Shijie remembered that when Wen Xu's grandfather passed away, this one really didn't come, not only this other so-called clan relatives who moved out also didn't come. Wen Shijie also knew the reason. Those who moved out didn't think much of those who stayed in the old village. After all, every family here is poor. Besides, Wen Xu was just a child at the time, although the sixteen or seventeen years old was old enough, but whoever took him seriously would simply treat him as Wen Xu, and his lineage would be gone.

But who knows that these sixteen-seven-year-old children have driven nearly two million luxury cars by themselves within a few years. These people naturally want to connect this "family relationship" again, and it stands to reason It's not a new thing. The so-called poor is in the downtown area and no one asks, but the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

   But it is not easy for Wen Shijie to say this to Wen Xu. In the eyes of the elders, this relationship is a top priority. Everything can be lacking, but these 'ceremonies' can't be missing. I'm afraid that others will talk behind their backs about their ignorance of 'rituals'.

   But this problem does not hold true for Wen Xu, who is extremely afraid of these "unnecessary troubles" like Wen Xu, and has no mood to deeply understand this kind of clan relationship that cannot be cleaned up or messed up.

   "It's easy to check whether you came or not. My grandfather's gift list when he passed away is at home! I will check it later and I will know. If I want to go, I will reply you at noon." Wen Wen said very simply.

Wen Shijie didn't have the nerve to say the following. He specifically asked him to bring his warm words with him. What he thought was that this "promising young man" from Wenjia Village could come to his wedding scene. Of course, what he liked the most was This person's gift money, thinking that this uncle came to present a big gift to his family.

   "Forget it, don't let it be noon, I'll go and look it up right away, let's be on the same generation as me." Wen Xu said, turned around and went to the main room.

  Wen Shijie felt a little embarrassed at this moment, knowing that this person hadn't come, but he had to wait. Fortunately, Wen Xu came back very quickly.

   "Fourth brother, I have nothing to do with him!" Wen Xu said.

Wen Shijie, as an old-fashioned person, also tried to persuade him: "Don't make it too ugly for the face of the same clan. Besides, you don't need the three or five hundred. If you find it disgusting, just pay the three or four hundred. Otherwise, people will chew their tongues!"

Wen Wen smiled and said: "Fourth brother, I don't itch when I have too many lice, and don't worry about having too many debts. What kind of bad reputation? Haven't those two shameless people ruined my reputation last time? I'll just let them do it like this now." Go! Alright, don’t try to persuade me, I’m afraid of these troubles, so I’ll follow my grandfather’s book when he died, and help me if you’re willing Just pass on a message, just say that if you didn’t come at that time, don’t notify me of any problems at home! We have nothing to do with each other! Let alone any courtesy, that’s all!”

  Wen Shijie could only shake his head with a wry smile after hearing Wen Xu's words, then turned his head and walked two steps before turning back: "Second brother said that he asked you to discuss things, do you know?"

"About the banquet?" Wen Xu asked, seeing Wen Shijie nodded, Wen Xu said: "I see, last afternoon, when passing by the old tomb, Fifth Brother told me about this matter, and I told you Just make up your own mind, why ask me?"

   "Listen to everyone's opinions more! Then when I see my second brother again, I will tell him that you agree, Shixu!" Wen Shijie said.

Wen Shijie knew that the reason why he asked Wen Xu was because of Wen Xu's growing influence in the village. Although Wen Xu didn't feel it, these old people felt it. Well, they are all waiting for the first group of people to eat crabs, to see if they can make money, if they can make money, then in the future, the director of Wenjia Village and his little brother will have the final say up.

  The director of the division is estimated to be only four or five years away, and he will be transferred away. In the future, this Wenjia Village will most likely become a warm Wenjia Village.

To be more transparent, in the final analysis, the so-called fame and prestige all point to a source. You are the only one who can lead everyone to live a good life. uncountable.

   "Well, then I agree too!" Wen Xu said with a smile.

   "Okay, I'll count the cost when I go back here, and how much should I share from door to door?" Wen Shijie waved his hands at Wen Xu, put his hands behind his back and walked along the path in the village towards the west end of the village.

  Back in the yard, Wen Xu went to the pot house, rolled up his sleeves to prepare his side dishes, and stood in front of the operating table, Wen Xu was stunned.

   "Hey! Where's my cucumber?"

  Wen Xu remembered that he clearly put two cucumbers on the cutting board, and he and the fourth brother stood at the door and talked for a while, then nothing came of it?

Wen Xu thought for a while and immediately walked around the yard, looked up at the trees in front of and behind the house and on the roof, to see if the monkey from yesterday came in and stole his cucumbers, but after searching around, he couldn't find it. Not seeing the shadow of the monkey, Wen Xu turned back to the pot house.

   "Did I remember wrong?"

Wen Xu went back to the vegetable basket in the pot house again, seeing that the vegetables in the basket did not seem to be lacking, she couldn't help but wonder if she was planning to take the cucumbers but didn't take them, so she went out to talk to the fourth brother, When I was waiting to come back, I made a mistake, and I remembered what I didn’t get as what I got.

  Wen Xu couldn't help thinking this way, if the monkey came in and squatted on the pillars in his yard, and the pillars didn't call out, it is unlikely that the monkey came in and took his cucumber.

  Thinking about it, Wen Xu took two cucumbers and cleaned them again, then began to slice them, put salt and other seasonings and mixed a refreshing mixed cucumber as a side dish in the morning.

   Turning around and returning to the hall floor, Wen Xu shouted at the top of his voice, "Get up, let's eat!"

   This roar immediately attracted dissatisfied complaints from the room.

   "Wake up, let's eat!"

   These voices of dissatisfaction aroused Wen Xu's childlike innocence, and he yelled loudly again with the intention of embarrassing others.

   "It's so noisy, I said I won't eat, I'm so exhausted!" Zhuo Yiqing opened the door and stood at the door, threw the pillow in her hand to Wen Xu, and then closed the door instantly with a snap.

   "Don't eat, don't eat!"

  The other three also responded to Wen Xu with the same roar.

  Hearing that the three of them didn't want to eat, and was woken up once by himself, Wen Nu happily returned to the pot house, and after eating and drinking enough, he began to prepare to set up a battle to pickle goose eggs in the yard.

   Before the small bench was dragged out, the raindrops fell from the sky, and the raindrops became bigger and bigger, and soon formed a rain curtain in the sky.

   "It's raining!" Wen Xu looked at the heavy rain, then looked at the goose eggs that he had assigned someone to wash yesterday, and decided that the goose eggs had to be pickled.

  The cold boiled water has already been prepared, and the high-quality wine has been bought at home. I unpack the sea salt and put it on a large plate. Find another basin to put the wine on.

When it was ready to dry, Wen Xu realized that the important yellow mud was not prepared. The mud used to marinate these eggs here is mainly the kind of yellow mud with very fine particles. On the bank of the small river, not a small river pond like the entrance, it was dug at the mouth of the big pond that came out of the old forest near the village.

   This hands-on warmth is not only to remember that I don’t have any mud, but also to remember that the mud has to be steamed in a pot, that is, after high-temperature sterilization, otherwise the eggs that are marinated will tend to stink.

   "Isn't this goose egg really hard to pickle today?" Wen Xu sighed.

   With such a heavy rain, Wenxu is not in the mood to go to the river bank to dig mud, let alone steam the mud in a pot.

After thinking for a while, Wen Xu sat down, took out her mobile phone and searched the method of pickling goose eggs on the Internet. When she found someone else's method, she didn't need mud at all, it only needed wine and salt, so she gave it a try. The mood of the trial began to pickle.

  First roll the dried goose eggs in high-strength white wine, then roll them in a salt basin, so that the goose egg shells are covered with salt, and then put the goose eggs in a dry jar.

   "This method is quite simple!" After trying one, Wen Xu felt that this method was much simpler than the salt mud method passed down from his family.

  Following the steps mentioned on the Internet, Wen Xu sat alone in the pot house, dipped the goose eggs in wine, rolled them in salt, and put away the altar. Soon the jar of salted goose eggs was filled to the brim, sealed, and moved to a cool place in the house, the jar of salted goose eggs was considered complete.

   After rolling back and forth like this for half a jar, Zhuo Yiqing's figure appeared at the door.

In the morning, Zhuo Yiqing was wearing the nightgown she brought, and it was raining heavily from the back of the hall to the pot house, and Guan Jian was her white nightgown, which was empty and bubbles. What he did was that now Wen Xu was sitting on a small bench and putting goose eggs into the basin, the small bench was not high, compared to Zhuo Yiqing who was standing at the door, it was almost equivalent to sitting on the ground.

   Zhuo Yiqing, who was directly blocking the doorway, stretched her waist: "Wen Xu, is there anything to eat?"

The light from outside penetrated the nightgown, completely outlining Zhuo Yiqing's figure. Under the white nightgown was a charming and attractive figure. I have to say that Zhuo Yiqing's figure really deserved it. That and that, that and that, is quite fascinating.

Although Wen Xu's reaction was a bit slow, but as someone who has experienced it, and he hasn't experienced that for a long time, he suddenly lost his mind for some reason, looking at the black Miaoman figure at the door that was covered by a nightgown, and swallowed saliva.

   Gudong!